Knife + Heart
Yann Gonzalez's merry type mashup Knife Heart is a strange incitement, an incoherent voyage through celluloid mirrors, setting out to declare that erotic entertainment is as ready for individual purge as some other fine art. In the wake of a separation with her supervisor Loïs (Kate Moran) and the homicide of one of her entertainers, gay pornography maker Anne (Vanessa Paradis) sets to make her showstopper, one soaked with her fury and awfulness.
She sends a reasonable message to her darling scratched into a reel of dailies, one of her entertainers' head back in bliss as though in Warhol's Blow Job: "You have slaughtered me." As her cast and group are murdered off individually, Anne pushes on, headed to place herself in her work, actually and metaphorically, the phantom of fate for her mutual network becoming nearer and nearer. Gonzalez's film throbs with sensual verve and a pulsating broken heart, as though surrendering yourself to film is the main thing that can keep you alive. At the point when the lights go down and the breeze shouts through the room, maybe Knife Heart, and by augmentation all film, is the last strange paradise left.